"Way to fucking go," Stiles mumbled to himself. He felt like shit. At this point he wouldn't even be surprised if he was actually a shit. The thought made him frown and randomly kick into nothing, feeling angry with himself. Stiles was such a childish person when he was mad.
And what can you possibly do when you feel terrible? You obviously call your werewolf best friend and whine to him for hours. Because that's what Scott was for, mostly.
"I'm so glad you picked up the god damn phone," Stiles said instead of 'Hey, how are you?' The fact that he could answer with those kind of things was actually entertaining to Scott, but he could still tell something was up. "What's up, Stiles?" Scott asked, wanting to get to the point now because God knows how Stiles is good at avoiding the subject. "Derek," Stiles answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Of course the beta knew Stiles was gay. He could tell by the way he dressed for their first Halloween together. He was eight and he was dressed up as a drag queen. High heels and everything. And the way he talked about boys when he was younger, saying how beautiful some of them were. And also because he asked Danny if he was attractive to gay boys. Why in the world would a straight guy ask that to someone? He also complimented boys like it was the most normal thing to do, which wasn't a bad thing. Complimenting the same sex shouldn't be such a big deal, but unfortunately it was for most people. 'Close minded pricks,' Scott always thought.
"Elaborate, Stiles," Scott finally said, after a few seconds because he thought that maybe Stiles wasn't done. Which was surprising because he usually was so loud and wouldn't shut up. Words would just come of his mouth one after the other like there was no tomorrow. "I think it's pretty bad this time," Stiles replied to his best friend, shrugging his shoulders as he did so, as if Scott could see him. "Oh," was Scott's reply and Stiles sighed dramatically. "I'm actually pretty sure this guy is going to kill me. Well like, not literally. Like he won't rip my throat out or anything. It's more something like, I-will-die-because-you-make-me-feel-so-many-emotio ns kind of thing, you know?" And that was the Stiles Scott knew. And Stiles took Scott's silence as a sign of boredom and he scratched the back of his head. "Well, I'm not going to keep your werewolf ass busy any longer, go do whatever you were doing with Isaac," Stiles smirked and he could hear Scott growl. "I mean, Alison," and then he heard the line cut off and Scott was gone. The human boy couldn't help but start laughing his ass off at his own joke, which, let's be honest, shouldn't even be considered a joke because Hell knows what Isaac does to Scott when that last one is lonely. But Stiles shook his head at his thoughts, shivers making their way through his body and mimicked someone throwing up. Nope, thinking about his werewolf best friend in that kind of way shouldn't ever cross his mind.
And that's when he heard it, the window opening. He jumped at first – and yes, he still jumped at the noise even after probably something like one million times – and turned back quickly, because if it weren't would he thought it was, well, things could get ugly. For Stiles. But to his not so big surprise, it was only Derek. Yeah, only him. Not that he'd complain.
"What is it, Derek oh Big Bad Alpha," Stiles said – not asked because he didn't exactly care – moving his hands around in every direction, looking like a complete mad man. Not that Derek never thought about it being an option. "Heard you on the phone," was Derek's only words. Well, because Stiles wasn't stressed out enough as it was, that simple sentence made his heart beat even more loudly (to Derek's ears, obviously) and he could actually feel pain from it beating so much. "Unless you want me to die right on the spot from a heart attack, I'd ask you to elaborate because I'm kinda freaking out here," Stiles said, a nervous laugh following because he was good at that. And all that the big bad Alpha did was cross his arms over his chest, looking intensely, too intensely, at the teenager. 'Well that's fantastic,' Stiles thought to himself as he rolled his eyes dramatically. It was impressing and admiring, kinda, how the hyperactive boy still managed to be sarcastic in those moments. Well, sarcasm was his only defense, after all. "Jesus fuck," Stiles let out, reminding himself that he shouldn't let out everything that comes to his mind. "Thank you, brain," he added, hitting his head. And then he looked up to Derek, because he couldn't really do it before. Shit was way too intense for his own liking. "Okay then, mute Derek. If you don't mind I'll ask you to leave from the front door, because yes, such things exist, and when that'll be done, I'll go to bed, and hopefully you won't haunt my dreams," the teenager said, proud of his choices of words. He liked hearing himself talk, sometimes.
Derek's only response was to growl in disagreement and he pushed Stiles on his bed, kneeling in front of the human, looking into his eyes. "Uh, sourwolf," Stiles said, moving his hands around once again. "You could've just told me if you wanted to give me a blowjob, no need for the I'm-an-Alpha-and-I-will-push-you-on-the-bed-to-hav e-my-way-with-you-if-I-want-to," he quickly added, smiling down to Derek. But all the Alpha did was frown. 'Well then,' Stiles mind thought, sighing. "Seriously, Derek, if you won't say anything, then shoo," Stiles said, like not talking was not something he knew.
And the werewolf looked at him once last time before he was gone, leaving Stiles horny and unsatisfied. "Weird fricking werewolves," he mumbled.
Obviously, long chapters are not my thing.
It's just that I'm always stoked to post something
and I can't help but post it even if I told myself to wait until it was longer.
I seriously have a way with not listening to myself.